As the year wound down to a close, they gathered around the table and raised their glasses filled with blood. Cheering for their cluster bombs and Tomahawks, for drones and AK-47:s, for armoured trucks and uniforms. They cheered for bank-accounts that didn’t smell of corpses rotting in the streets.
They had been expanding into civil service and to the jihadists.The weapon merchants don’t discriminate against the needs, Two-thousand-fourteen would be a year of joy for just a few, and they were gathered here,
The generals had gone off to bed in company of trafficked escort-girls, and jihadists had been given virgins as a foretaste of their martyrdom. The marketing of armory was simply based on “make ‘em pay”.
“A cheer for retributions growing, and for the price you’ve paid in souls” — the cloaked man in the corner spoke. “You’ve done well, and let us hope for years of war to come”. A whiff of sulphur permeated the board-room air, and it was not from the new-year fireworks.
I have not joined in finish that story. Barbara W Beacham invites us to share stories on the same picture with the first sentence giving. This is my attempt.
Björn Rudbergs writings
Poetry and fiction by a physicist from the dark side
Björn Rudbergs writings 
Make em pay! Well done! Thank you Bjorn for participating and I hope that you come back to take part next week! Happy holidays to you! Be well! ^..^
We’ll see 🙂
All in all, I think this has been a very unkind, inhuman and gluttonous year. Not one to mark with joy, in my humble opinion. Glædelig jul to you.
I agree.. sending you a God Jul.
pretty miserable. k.
Sorry for that..
No, I didn’t mean that I was–I meant the situation is! Especially as you’ve described it! k.
It was a little inspired by the Mephistopheles prompt as well…
Here’s hoping the “weapons merchants” have a bad year.
DJ
Yes me to..
The harsh reality is these merchants of death will certainly be replaced. Great thinking ~
I hope so … I hope so.
“…and it was not from the new-year fireworks.”
Intense.
Bjorn, I suspect that there’s a smell of sulphur about war for a good reason. I remember the old saying “War is hell.” Well written. — Suzanne
when you dance with the devil…you will come away smelling like his cologne….eh?
Very topical Bjorn and very much a great ending.
Wow. Well-done, Björn. Wish I could stay that the Masters of War will have a bad 2015 — but — well, there’s no end is there.
The bank account detail was incredible. If only blood/body money smelled for what it really was.
I never thought of the weapons merchants actually hoping for war, but I guess they must – it’s their business after all. A pretty nasty profession, I guess it takes a “certain type” of person to be able to rationalise enough to be able to sleep at night.